If I were to name the gods
I can’t see my own face but I’m sure
it’s a shade of rose-colored red
winter wind and powerless sun
making my blue eyes even bluer
my heavy heart undeterred
I cry for no reason and wipe away
the cold tears with my coat sleeve
walking toward the water calmly
discarding broken promises
replacing them with anticipation
If I were to name the gods of the sky
I would choose this place in time
where the river meets the moon
and I alone can touch the stars
by simply reaching out my hand
december two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
is the river malevolent?
does the wind change or sigh?
would a lifetime of bondage be preferable;
or could you submit to your own demise?
beyond the moon and stars we roam,
across the ocean eyes
we see, hear, and acknowledge
all that we surmise
beautiful words and thought-provoking questions
Nice!
Thank you, Eliza!